"Hey smart ass, I didn't say anything about answers. What I said was you weren't the least but curious about this place when you got here. All you've done is tell everyone what you don't know, sit down and stare at the girl. Everyone else here asked questions and wanted to get the hell out. I just find that just a little odd. Obviously we are NOT dead, although I will admit I was in a bad way recently. And you know more than you're letting on. But it's okay. We'll figure it out eventually.".

Then Ryunosuke places both hands on his rows and begins rubbing them as if it would make things more clearer not even noticing the room is getting more occupants.

After regaining his temporarily lost focus having tuned into the myriad of flustered babble and misplaced aggression provided by his fellow prisoners, Dash challenged himself to muster a full bodied sigh of relief as he quietly waltzed into the room unannounced aiming his sights toward the blackened sphere. Now armed only with a coy smirk brought on by the knowledge of being haphazardly grouped among disoriented equals, it seemed foolish not to at least attempt to appear approachable and mingle. Let his senses drink in his environment and memorize facial expressions. If luck were on his side the person responsible for the underlying complexities of his plight had hired bumbling idiots and one of them now shared his bizarre misfortune. He held hope far above waist high if patient enough they'd slip up and confirm their involvement thus allotting him a fighting chance. Standing idly by in the middle of nowhere hold up in some random apartment awaiting the supposed wrath of a narcissistic madman wasn't an option.

Action spoke louder than words and Dash had always done his best to live his life accordingly.

Lowering himself down to a lazily maintained crouch once reaching his destination, he immediately allowed his once well contained curiosity to take over - playing the role of a cool, calm, collected puppet master while his body began to answer back flawlessly. Dash tapped lightly upon its smooth exterior with a closed tightly clenched fist and wide brown eyes as if attempting to communicate with it.

"Damn..." he casually belted out frowning ever so slightly after a few more wraps confirmed it seemed indeed solid. "...I guess convincing one of you to help me a brother roll this damn thing the fuck out of here is out of the question, huh?" He then shot a casual glance to the balcony to the right of him before directing focus toward the recently transported man dripping with well deserved confidence. Even so, he naturally found himself unable to subdue the skepticism and agitation in his voice as he began to address him in an equally combative tone. Clearly he had wasted no time in marking what he had already believed to be one of the mastermind's accomplices.
"Real talk... apparently by your flawless logic I sort of darwined myself into this playpen for wayward morons, kid. If you know something useful how about you just spit it the fuck out already because unlike you some of us actually have lives to get back to and bills to pay, ya dig?"

In order to 'acknowledge' the 'irony' I would have to learn two new words today.

Wakahisa watches as the newcomer is being reincarnated then turns back to the black sphere and says "我々の運命は何ですか, מַלְאַךְ הַמָּוֶת?" (What is our fate, Malach HaMavet?)

He turns to the rest of the group then suddenly old habits kick in. He watches them all one by one. Reading them, studying them. Writing out profiles in his head of them. He reaches into his pocket for the scalpel. Don't do it Yoshi, there's too many. He nods his head in agreement. A long sigh comes from the doctor as he puts his doctor's coat back.

Covers her eyes as the newer people are beamed in through the ball, the entire thing making her feel severely sick. She hears the Doctor speaking a foreign language, and her time spent in too many dark goth clubs allows her to knowledge to notice a mention of the Jewish angel of death. She buries her face in her hands and sighes deeply, knowing no answers are apparently forthcoming. She mumbles to the man who addressed her directly, Takezo.

"Keiko. My name is Keiko. And the last thing I remember was I was dying my hair in the damn shower. I heard someone in my apartment, I thought it was a freind...I came out and..... and that's it. That's all I remember."

All of them thinking so highly of themselves. Takezo found that the men were particularly annoying (must be all that testosterone) than the ladies. It didn't matter though, they didn't know what was happening after all. The older man though seemed different; he was pretty calm in spite what was happening. In fact we was more interested in the people in the room than in the black ball. Why is that? thought Takezo.

"Keiko. My name is Keiko. And the last thing I remember was I was dying my hair in the damn shower. I heard someone in my apartment, I thought it was a freind...I came out and..... and that's it. That's all I remember."

He turned back towards the girl, Keiko. He leaned towards Keiko and whispered, "If you had the power to protect yourself, would you want it? Would you kill to save yourself... to shoot anyone in this room (even me)? Would you want that power?"

The doctor raises an eyebrow in curiosity once the japanese man's tone changes. He watches him closely, the way he said what he said. He looked past his words and began to mentally dissect his brain, his personality, his soul. In English heraldry, black means darkness, doubt, ignorance, and uncertainty. This is exactly what the black ball was doing. A sphere often has geographical or scientific significance and betokens the bearer's achievements in one of these fields. What achievements are there to achieve? To kill to save one's self? What power will we be granted, if any?

Yoshi speaks up "You've been in this room before, and now you're back. You say we've all died yet you've come back. You don't seem to have Stockholm syndrome and you don't have the stress of a kidnapped person so I assume, by your lunch, we will be allowed back to the city. However, this ball will always bring you back because your soul is on contract. My only question is, what will we have to do before we leave?"

Ryunosuke thought to himself , This b!tch ain't worth a good f_ck with all that crap on her body not to mention the paint, though a rapist wouldn't care much what she looked like, p_ssy is p_ssy as Andre always says. After the Doctor spoke up Ryunosuke thought to himself, Finally someone else came to the same conclusion as I have. But this time Ryunosuke chose to sit back and see just where the conversation was going to go. If the arrogant stranger was here before he'd know how to get the f_ck out, anyway the good Doctor could have been a plant for all he knew. Having someone else as smart as Ryunosuke was unlikely even if he was a real Doctor. Ryunosuke decided to stretch his legs a bit so he decided to get up and stretch them for a bit. Besides nothing seemed to be happening at the moment. Ryunosuke walks over to the window and looks out. Hmmmpf, This is some boring sh!t. I wonder if where all this is going? Ryunosuke begins to recall the night that started it all, or at least what he could remember.

After Andre's fight when straight to hell, I remember going back to the locker room and making some phone calls,then telling Andre I'd meet him at the after party. But when I went to my apartment to pickup a few things and get a little hit two guys showed up at my apartment and I wound up here. But ain't gonna tell 'em everything.

Ryunosuke turns back ti face the others and speaks up.

"My name is Ryunosuke but I respond to Ryu if my name is too difficult for you. I think I had an adverse reaction to prescription drugs and now I'm here with you" And I didn't touch you lady, your not my type, can't speak for anyone else.

Although Ryuosuke doesn't identify with his African American roots, being called boy still didn't sit well with him. Plus he saw through her subtle remark and Ryunosuke spoke out.

"Listen you spoiled Cindy Lauper wanna be. I ain't nobodies boy, and I sure ain't gay so when they start rapping you I might just join in. And why the f_ck don't you leave that thing alone. No telling what might happen. F_cking thing might be booby trapped or something. I don't wanna get blown up because of your silly ass. Why don't you just sit your ass down and quit f_cking with things you don't understand, geeze.".

Feeling quite satisfied he's defended himself Ryunosuke decides to walk around the sterile apartment to see if there were any clothes handy. If he does escape he'll need more than a hospital gown.